Where is the time going?It’s going too fast.
Please,Please bring back the past.
When your chubby little faces were all aglow with wonder and innocence.
Where did it go?
Just yesterday I took your picture and you looked so big to me.
Now it’s like you are a baby that only the past can see.
Tommorow’s coming too soon,and one day you’ll be gone.
Then it will only be once in awhile that you’ll come back home.
Give me the days with sugar on the floor,
toys strewn everywhere and drawings on the door.
Before I forget it brand it in my mind,
so that when you are gone from home your memories are left behind.
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